Harry Potter: Taking Control. [Archived]

14. Acceptance and Moving On.

It was the next day and through the Hospital and Madam Pomphrey, Jackson had been made the 'main' Healer on Ezekiels case, while he would naturally defer to the move experienced healer who had treated him after his rescue she respected his knowledge and relationship with the boy enough allow him to make certain decisions.

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For Ezekiel the world was black, all he'd know was pain before being flooded with a scorching throughout his body, then nothing, until light started filtering in, and the boy awoke in a white room, 'Am I dead?" he though, his mouth was dry and he turned his head slowly, a door opened and Jackson strode in with a clipboard, seeing Ezekiel awake he froze before rushing over pouring the boy some water he helped him drink "are we Dead?" he rasped to the older boy

"yes, and I was given an advanced 'become and angel' course for my gorgeous looks, no, we're in a hospital, you're better now, but I got to have a serious talk with you, one that changes your world, and one of those changes is something that while saving your life I took from you, one I never wanted to take, but I did, however I have some business to do first, it'll be quick, painless and magical" Jackson uttered, he took his wand out from his new cane holder, it turned out, that despite his healing and the spells he'd injured one leg to the point where harsh pain would rise within the limb and had taken to using a cane similar to Lucius Malfoys to walk comfortably,

Beginning a standard diagnostic charm Ezekiel gasped at the tingly feeling and the light at the end of the wand, satisfied with the results Jackson noted the chart properly and sat facing Ezekiel taking one of the boys hand in his own, "let's take this one step at a time" he uttered, the boy nodded "I'll start at the news of your situation, you're dead, in a sense, as you were never found in the Muggle world, and as your parents, as your parents died in the fire you were presumed dead and declared legally so, the block of flats are destroyed, gone, you're effectively homeless, before I tell you the rest, I'll ask you this, do you believe in Magic, strange 'unexplained' things?" Ezekiel's mouth hung open the boy nodded slightly numb, "well that'll make this slightly easier, see I'm a wizard" before Jackson could be interrupted he continued "and, let me explain, I'll start by where we are, St. Mungos Hospital, is the Hospital for the nation of Magical Great Britain, the portion of the population who posses Magic, we're independent from the British Government of the Muggle world, however the Minister for Magic advises the Prime Minister on important issues, and the Queen from what I know is the head of state still, I'll teach you more over the next week if you agree, or I'll ensure someone does, but the other thing to know is, I'm a werewolf"

Ezekiel flinched at that, "I know, it's a lot, but I need to tell you this, I need to get this out, or it'll kill me keeping it in, wolves, well we have differing Bonds, as we Are magical creatures, turned by others of the same creature, Fenrir Greyback famous criminal werewolf is the person who when I was nine prevented my death by turning me, he is in wolf terms my 'father', anyway, one bond is a Cub bond, instigated to those we feel driven to protect, I don't just call you Cub for any reason, but this next part, it's why I need to explain. At a certain point in our friendship, with whatever it became, not romantically of course but if we stayed close, I'd have offered to turn you, I'd have taught you what you needed to know, and offered at 13, originally, I knew, and confirmed recently you're also a wizard Zeak, magical like me, and with... before the fire, with your parents, I wanted to offer turning before then, before Hogwarts, the magical school you probably got a letter from, I wanted to take you in, raise you myself, but the fire happened, you've been unconscious for four days nearly, I was kidnapped and held, by a group that's now being investigated but they prevented your treatment, you were nearly dead, and, and I knew the ritual used on me would save you, yesterday, I was told you'd likely die today, without care they couldn't even provide, so I made a deal, or I begged and was allowed for Fenrir, for my father to come, perform the ritual, but for it to work, you had to be turned, it only works on those transitioning to become a wolf, I am so, so, so, fucking, Sorry, Cub.